The one and only appeal of Trump’s that I understand is that he’s somehow a billionaire who feels very working-class. He has the resources to do anything he wants, and it turns out that what he wants is… to be a WWE referee and to fire celebrities on TV. He aggressively thumbs his nose at intellectual snobs.

George W. Bush was seen as not very intelligent, but that made him a pitiable figure. He was someone without the intellectual capacity to fit in with “high society,” yet still trying his hardest, right down to drinking the finger-washing bowl at the table in Japan.

Trump, on the other hand, comes off as someone who COULD be a society guy if he wanted to, but he’d rather poke fun from the sidelines and then go gold-leaf another hotel. He wouldn’t drink the finger washing bowl — he’d be more likely to dump it on the prime minister’s head. Even the ways he enjoys his wealth are working-class. His life is so absurd that it comes straight out of an “if I won the lottery” fantasy as told by a working father.

Trump feels like a guy you could count on to come to your family reunion, beat up your snobby cousin who went to law school and now thinks he’s better than everyone, then sit down next to you, crack a beer and ask you how you’re coping with the death of Chyna. From that angle, I can see the appeal. It’s just that we’re voting for the leader of the free world, not the nation’s most wanted BBQ guest, and I don’t think Trump is terribly suitable for the former.